( Oh good, Jingyi will finally assume something beneficial--oh, no, well, Jingyi thinks that apology is for the sudden turn into Inigo's Trainwreck Love Life, and the crying, which has him blinking slightly faster than he has been, in confusion that passes out of his head not long after. )
'S'fine.
( He sighs, shifting his arm so the shoulder that'd been resting against Inigo's turns into an arm that pats the back of his shoulder, pat pat, then just stays pressed there. He's feeling too heavy to be aware and awake again, but he concentrates on breathing through it. Exhaustion at some point settles down beneath his skin, with its own weight. )
Think you've needed t'say this for a long time.
( Be awkward, be emotional, be whatever you need to be. He supports that, as long as it's not "what you need to be is cruel," because then he does not support that at all. )
But, 'gogo...
( He is really, truly struggling to keep his eyes open now that the adrenaline of his wind blast has fled his system, dropping him down even lower than earlier. )
'M gonna fall 'sleep 'gain.
( Murmured and softened, more syrupy sweet in cadence and tone as sleep drags at his senses. Not quite a way to translate a dialect shift, but it's something, at least. )
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'S'fine.
( He sighs, shifting his arm so the shoulder that'd been resting against Inigo's turns into an arm that pats the back of his shoulder, pat pat, then just stays pressed there. He's feeling too heavy to be aware and awake again, but he concentrates on breathing through it. Exhaustion at some point settles down beneath his skin, with its own weight. )
Think you've needed t'say this for a long time.
( Be awkward, be emotional, be whatever you need to be. He supports that, as long as it's not "what you need to be is cruel," because then he does not support that at all. )
But, 'gogo...
( He is really, truly struggling to keep his eyes open now that the adrenaline of his wind blast has fled his system, dropping him down even lower than earlier. )
'M gonna fall 'sleep 'gain.
( Murmured and softened, more syrupy sweet in cadence and tone as sleep drags at his senses. Not quite a way to translate a dialect shift, but it's something, at least. )